:02:00
- Oh, Oliver. Oliver.
- Nancy.
:02:02
You're such a naughty boy to make me
suffer such distress on your account.
:02:06
- Let go of me!
- What's the matter, ma'am?
:02:08
He ran away from his parents.
:02:10
- Get off me!
- Hard-working, respectable people...
:02:12
...and joined a set of thieves
and bad characters.
:02:15
Broke his mother's heart.
:02:16
Young wretch.
Go home, you little brute.
:02:19
I haven't got any parents.
:02:21
I'm an orphan.
I live in Pentonville.
:02:22
Oh, only hear him,
how he braves it out.
:02:25
- What? Young Oliver.
- It's true.
:02:29
You come home
to your poor mother.
:02:31
I don't belong to them!
I don't know them! Help! Help!
:02:34
"Help, help"?
:02:35
I'll give you "help, help,"
you little wretch!
:02:39
And these books.
:02:40
Have you been a-stealing them,
have you, eh?
:02:43
- You little villain.
- That's right. You give it to him.
:02:47
- Only way to bring him to his senses.
- I will, missus.
:02:50
And you come with me,
you little wretch.
:02:52
It'll do him good.
:02:54
- Who is this man? Help!
- Bullseye, mind him, boy.
:02:56
- Mind him.
- Help! Help!
:03:01
Look at him, Fagin.
:03:02
Hold me, somebody.
:03:04
Hold me, somebody,
while I laugh it out.
:03:07
Look at his togs, Fagin.
:03:09
Delighted to see you
looking so well, my dear.
:03:12
Why didn't you write, my dear,
and say you was coming?
:03:15
We'd have got something warm
for supper.
:03:18
Hello, Fagin. What's that?
That's mine, Fagin.
:03:21
Oh, no, my dear. Mine, Bill, mine.
You shall have the books.
:03:23
If that ain't mine and Nancy's,
I'll take the boy back again.
:03:26
Come on, hand over, will you?
:03:28
This is hardly fair, Bill.
Hardly fair, Nancy.
:03:30
Fair or not fair,
hand over, I tell you.
:03:33
Give it here, you avaricious
old skeleton. Give it here!
:03:37
That's for our share of the trouble,
and not half enough neither.
:03:40
You may keep the books if you're fond
of reading. If you ain't, sell them.
:03:44
They're very pretty.
Beautiful writing, isn't it, Oliver?
:03:48
Send them back.
They belong to Mr. Brownlow.
:03:51
Send them back.
The books and the money.
:03:54
He'll think I stole them.
:03:55
- Please send them back.
- The boy's right.
:03:57
You're right, Oliver. You're right.
They will think you've stolen them.